Noah walked out to the other side of the corridor and saw Emily waiting there. Vincent was at the window in front of the corridor, holding a cigarette. He turned his head slightly to look at the corridor. His look was resolute, his eyes were cold, and his facial features outlined a handsome poker face.
"I asked Harold to give the portrait to Christy." Emily opened her mouth and took out a card from her pocket. "There's a million here. It's good that Branden will be convicted, and it's even better to catch the rest of his accomplices. But if any of them is at large, you guys should move to another place soon. Right now, I don't have much energy to ask people to get you a house. You are on your own."
Noah accepted the card and thanked her.
Seeing the black cloth on Emily's arm, he thought for a moment and hugged her, "I'm sorry for your loss."
